What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

| Warning: This chapter mentions depression, and there are some instances where you cut yourself by accident. If you're sensitive to this please read with caution, or go to the next chapter. |

Tom Riddle?...... Did the bastard take my journal just to kidnap me?! "Why the fuck am I here?" "Because my father wants to send a message to the Black family." "Who the fuck is your father?!" "You really like that word." "And?!" "Never mind. My father is Lord Voldemort, and the Black family is a family we've been wanting to join the death eater clan. But only one has joined." "So why kidnap me?" "Because we want to wait until they wonder where Roxanne Black went, and have no choice but to join us." "So I'm basically a trade off so you can get more people?" "Basically." I laughed at the man now standing by the edge of the bed while I was near the side table. "What could be funny?" "Do you seriously think the Black family gives a shit about me? You should've taken Harry." "Harry Potter is more powerful, and not as easy to manage." "You think he's more difficult to handle?" "Yes." "You have no fucking idea what I am." "What I do know if your a depressed sixteen year old who wants to disappear." "You're a fucking asshole." He pulls my journal which made my eyes snap to his. I noticed his lips were curved into a evil, but charming smirk. I walked up to him, and slapped him across his face. "That journal belongs to me dipshit!" The second he turned his head he threw me onto the bed, and I bounced a little. That same evil smirk showed on his face while looking at me. "You won't win that battle Roxanne." "Fuck you!" He chuckled, and walked out of the room. He locked the door and left me alone in there.
      Never in my entire life have I been this angry. All I could feel is rage surging through me like a virus. It was something that needed to be released. I could tell this guy was rich, and he spent a lot of money on this room, or however many rooms there are. I went to the bathroom and punched the hell out of it. My knuckles were covered in cuts and blood. I picked up some big shards of glass and started to destroy my bed. Feathers were falling all over the place, and I accidentally cut my hands a little. It left some blood on the sheets and rug. I threw the lamps on the ground and I even destroyed the chandelier. Once I was done with destroying me room I heard the door open. He showed up again looking around the room not looking surprised. "I think you should know that you can't cause this much chaos. Because next time I won't show mercy." "What are you going to do about it?" "It looks like you're going to have to stay in my room until tomorrow." His words made me freeze, and I wanted to stab him. "I'm not going anywhere with you." You have two options. You can either sleep in a bed that's completely wrecked because I'm not cleaning it up, or you can stay in my bed tonight that's not wrecked. Take your pick." "I would rather sleep in a bed filled with broken glass." "See you in the morning then." He walked away and I looked at my bed wondering how I could clean this. But I didn't really do much except move the glass off the bed, and some of the feathers.
     My sleep wasn't the best because I was on edge the whole night. Even though the bed was so comfortable. I couldn't sleep because I think you can guess why. When I woke up there was only one window in my room, and it was a magic window. Not the window where you open it and it sets you free... I already tried that. This window showed you things that you were thinking. I saw me stabbing the hell out of my kidnapper, my father giving me a hug and accepting me, and my mother writing in her journal. This window didn't show the outside world because I'm guessing we're underground. This window showed things we wanted or things that would make us happy. I went to try the door again but it was locked. "Fucking fuck!" I decided to take a bath, and I'm not going to lie. It was a very luxurious bathroom that I destroyed, but I didn't care. Though the bath was very comfortable, and soothing. While I was getting into my towel I heard the door open. I never jumped so much in my life. While the towel was around me, the man walked into the bathroom holding a bag. He was wearing a black dress shirt, and it was a little unbuttoned at the top. "What the fuck do you want?" "I came here to wash your clothes. They're dirty." "I need to change." "Stay in the towel then." "Are you fucking crazy?! Just give me my clothes!" "You would really want to put dirty clothes when you just took a bath?" "Well I'm not walking around in a towel." "I'll give you one of my dress shirts. You're so small it will be just above your knees." "And for a bra and knickers?" "I can wash them really quickly, and you can wear those underneath until your clothes are ready." "Fine." He grabbed by bra and knickers and walked away with them.
I was waiting for him for about ten to fifteen minutes. But when he walked back into my room, my hair was a little less wet and I was still in a towel. "Here you go." He passed me my clean bra and knickers as well as one of his dressy shirts. I got dressed into his shirt as well as my bra and knickers. His shirt did look cute on me, not to mention it smelled like rich and powerful. It was very calming. Before I knocked on the door he opened the door, and walked me out of my room. His hand rested on the middle of my back while the rest of him stayed on the side. I moved away from his hand, and he gave a slight chuckle. "What could possibly be funny?" "Nothing." "Don't touch me." "I'll do whatever I want. You're my prisoner." "Why are you doing this anyway? Are you trying to impress your father." He grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall. His cold eyes pierced into my eyes, and I could see his rage surging through him. He was breathing very heavily, and his hands were resting against his side. "I'm doing this because I was requested by my father to take you into my hands until your family notices you're gone. Once they know you've disappeared we will wait until they know we took you. Until then, you will stay under my watch and you won't push me. Don't push me darling." I didn't respond to him, and a smirk a spread across his face again. He put on of his hands on the wall with his body leaning towards me. He put his face near the side of my face, and whispered into my ear. "It's time for breakfast darling." He pushed off the wall and waited for me to walk before putting his hand back on my back. I could feel the rings on his fingers and his cold hands touching my back. It froze me for some time, but I kept moving forward. I think he noticed my behavior because he kept chuckling. This was the first time I was scared of someone in my life. But I also wasn't worried because I knew he wasn't as smart as his father... or so I thought. I'm